Phantom Footsteps

Hark! Do you hear?

Resonate along the cobbled path in streaks
The footfalls echo down impermanent alleys.

The hidden irony of sound erupted
In drifting sands whispered by vacant streets.

Too gentle to soar, yet vibrant in your ear.
Pure shadows in fleeting glances.

With each reverent step, the earth speaks not,
An endless conversation bereft of present ears.

Windows coalesce undefined, curtaining
incomplete narratives summoning hope.